I had two weeks, and still I’m late, but I’m not the only one ambushed by Christmas and New Year. I’ve been thinking about my favourites for the year, and of course that means grandkids.
Juniper, construction Queen
We started the year with two, and finished with three. We haven’t seen Juniper and her little brother for months (maybe not quite as long as it seems, though!), but thanks to social media, we get to see them and their antics almost every day on one screen or another. Young Tilly lives further away than she used to, too, but we’ll make the most of it whenever we see any of them.
And then we get to hand them back to Mum and Dad! Stirred up, if Grandpa has anything to do with it.
Our grand daughter Tilly will be two on Christmas Eve – she loves to ascend anything climbable at every opportunity whether it’s meant to be climbed or not. Two Christmas’s ago she was a serene little sleep champion who didn’t even wake up for a hearing test, let alone her heel prick. How things change!
So sweet! Now look at her – still sweet, but with more than a touch of spice (chili, not nutmeg). In the first three she was prancing around on a stone table top, feeling triumphant, while the adults sitting around it were on high alert in case she fell…
In the second pair of photos, she is watching the flames and ash ascending from uncle Alex’s latest bonfire. Thankfully she is more wary of fire than she is of climbing !
Matilda has yet to meet her new(ish) cousin Banjo. I’m looking forward to “Family Christmas” in about six months, when our kids and their kids will all get together for a few days. It’s a fairly rare event, thanks to the long distances between us, but social media keeps everyone in touch in a way that would astonish my grandparents.
Here are the other two grand kids, Juniper and Banjo, photo by their mum, via social media. They were wearing their Christmas outfits from me – I made the shorts and bought matching t-shirts, which delighted Juni, fortunately.
Windows provide a handy frame for looking out, or in, or for a photographer. They also provide a warm, sunny perch for sleepy cats – these three belong to my daughter. From top to bottom – Zelda, Maisie and Daisy. That’s Daisy again, doubling up in the mirror, and my grand daughter Juniper contemplating the view from the same window.
And because the eyes are the window of the soul, here is Juniper’s bright eyed, not-so-little, baby brother, Banjo.
Passing by, passing through, some things are transient, here today, gone in a few seconds and you’d better be quick on that shutter button to capture the moment.
Our new grand son, Banjo was only a few days old (he’s a-week-and-a-bit now) when I took these photos. His expression changes constantly – everything is surprising and disturbing when you are quite new to it all!
We had a few days to get to know him before coming home. I get to go back in a month or so and enjoy watching him discover the world some more.
My Grandma lived next door when I grew up, but she had kids (my uncle Jim and aunty Jen) who were around the same age as me and my siblings. She wouldn’t have had the time to just sit and enjoy her grandkids, which hadn’t occurred to me before. We played together a lot, but there was none of the special (and short-lived) “Grandma” time I can have with our three grandkids.
Our younger Grand-daughter, Matilda, is one year old on Christmas Eve. In anticipation of the day, we had an early party for her in the park. Nothing could have prepared her for the experience of eating fistfuls of frosting, but she quickly came to grips with it…
She’d been walking with adult help for several weeks, and we’d been looking forward to the day she would take off and walk independently – and of course, it was the playground nearby that gave her the incentive to just go under her own steam, an adult in her wake to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. It’s the grown-ups job to anticipate what can happen next, and make sure it doesn’t. We can anticipate fun things, too, like a baby meeting frosting for the first time, but no one anticipated her pleasure in squishing whipped cream with her toes!
The latest challenge is to show “Jubilant”, which looks like a good excuse to share more photos of my grand daughters…
Juniper, as I may have mentioned before, is extremely fond of Thomas the Tank Engine and his many friends. since Christmas, she has amassed quite a collection, but there is always room for more…
A new engine is always an occasion for jubilation (here she is after I bought Edward for her), as are the endless reviews of her collection.
Matilda, however, at around 5 months of age, has no particular interests (apart from warm milk and a dry bottom), but is hugely amused by odd noises made by her grown-ups, and for some reason no one can fathom, the blank white rectangle that is the camera side of my Tablet. I picked it up to take a photo of her, a little concerned that she’d be upset by me shoving this thing in front of her face, but she giggled, laughed and cackled so hard I thought she’d burst…
Babies are very mysterious creatures, but they do know how to be jubilant about not much at all!
I somehow missed last weeks challenge – home alone and happily busy catching up on all sorts of things, the week just sped by me…Oh well! This week, the challenge is Face, so I’m sharing two sets of pics of my favourite faces – my grand daughters, Juniper aka Juni and her cousin Matilda aka Tilly.
In these first three, Juni was waiting, fairly patiently, for her ‘chino – a tiny cup of warm frothed soy milk. In the other, she is getting to know her fabulously extravagant vegan cupcake – the work of Canberra business Veganarchy. If you are ever in Australia’s capital on a Sunday, make your way (early!) to the Bus Depot Markets, and seek them out. You’ll be glad you did!
Tilly joined us on Christmas Eve, so she’s not up to cupcakes and ‘chinos yet (although Grandpa can hardly wait to buy her her very first ‘chino, he’ll have to wait!). She has, however discovered the use of her thumb, which seems to be very satisfying and tasty, judging by the noises she makes. She sampled baby rice cereal today, but was unimpressed. When she gets big enough for cupcakes, I’m pretty sure she’ll like them more!
Bloggers in the depths of the northern hemisphere winter are looking for something Vibrant as a promise of spring. Way down under, it’s summer still but some of us are looking forward to autumn and cooler, crisper days and nights. We’ve had some good rain at last (after months of almost none), so the garden has perked up and is looking much more vibrant. The frogs that have been hiding somewhere have also perked up and are calling loudly, vibrantly, non-stop. Too bad I can’t take a photo of noise!
Here we have my eldest son Simon with his niece, Matilda, Morgen the cat asleep as usual, and contrasting nicely with the vivid colours of a vintage comforter. A book of vibrant poetry arrived in the mail this week, to be enjoyed with freshly made Welsh cakes and a big mug of coffee. Today I had toasted Turkish bread with hummus and home-grown tomatoes. The amaryllis belladonna have opened their petals, their perfume is as vibrant as the colour. Also in the mail – three new card designs for Sukie’s Original, and finally, the little camp chairs that I re-covered with brilliant orange and green canvas. I’m waiting for the day when Juniper and Matilda are both big enough to sit on them!
We’ve had Christmas picnics before, but we usually decide based on the weather forecast. This year, it was all about baby Matilda, born on Christmas Eve. What else could we do but pack up our lunch and some presents, and drive to Ballarat to meet her?
We arrived an hour or so before Lucie’s train was due. Apart from the busy to and fro around the station, the place was almost deserted as we went for a little walk to fill in time. Few shops were open, of course, and little traffic, a really novel way to see the place in broad daylight. Luckily, I took the camera (baby Matilda!), so I enjoyed taking some photos of the interesting old buildings.
After we’d collected Lucie, and the new Dad, we went to the gardens at Lake Wendouree, where it was too windy for picnics, but not too hot in the shade of big old trees. In a nod to tradition, I’d brought my sad little Peanuts fake Christmas tree. Here it is packed up in a box after lunch, along with the tablecloth, which had to pinned down with anything weighty to keep it on the table. It was a memorable day!
No poem today – it’s Christmas, and it’s been an unusual one. Quite apart from being hot and windy (with a Total Fire Ban), and not having everyone home(a rare event these days anyway), we ended up having a picnic lunch in Ballarat, before going to the hospital to meet the newest family member.
She arrived on Christmas Eve, and her Mum, Dad, Aunt,Uncle and Grandparents all agree that Matilda Merrilyn Hazel is a keeper!